Be sure of
that. So if you have no other reason to urge..."
It was the sarcasm of him that mystified her. Could he possibly
be sincere in his assurance that he must prevail against M. de La
Tour d'Azyr? To her in her limited knowledge, her mind filled
with her uncle's contrary conviction, it seemed that Andre-Louis
was only acting; he would act a part to the very end.
Be that as it might, she shifted her ground to answer him.
"You had my uncle's letter?"
"And I answered it."
"I know. But what he said, he will fulfil. Do not dream that he
will relent if you carry out this horrible purpose."
"Come, now, that is a better reason than the other," said he. "If
there is a reason in the world that could move me it would be that.
But there is too much between La Tour d'Azyr and me. There is an
oath I swore on the dead hand of Philippe de Vilmorin. I could
never have hoped that God would afford me so great an opportunity
of keeping it."
"You have not kept it yet," she warned him.
He smiled at her.
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